Old Vasco was feeling very uneasy at the moment—but no matter how uneasy he felt, he couldn't show it. This was the tacit understanding… or rather, the natural reaction he had developed after knowing Stretta for so many years.
Everyone had to act all mysterious together.
In the whole Holy Church, apart from him, there were probably not even a handful of people who could handle Stretta's tricks.
But that old bastard Stretta really chased away two Descending Angels just now?
Two genuine Descending Angels, with proper roots and all.
No... the one who actually terrified those two Descending Angels into fleeing wasn't Stretta, it was his golden cat, Atang—after this incident, even if a door slammed on Vasco's head, he wouldn't think that Atang was just an ordinary fat cat.
Void Primordial Demon… before Philes Angel retreated, he seemed to shout out this name.
